10,000 pizzas

by Al Pastor

For private consumption.

This business about it taking 10,000 hours to achieve expertise is both troubling and heartening. Let’s say an outfielder has practiced catching 10,000 fly balls. Yet the most routine chance is still occasionally bungled.

Does making 10,000 three-foot putts guarantee one will not be missed? Hardly. How many hours of training had the unfortunate inspector at the failed Fukashima plant who threw the wrong switch completed?

Are there sure things in sports? I don’t believe so. And so we hear of a last second “meaningless” touchdown in a recent collegiate contest which, as it apparently did, cost Las Vegas millions. What are the odds? Reasonably good, I would assume, despite the rigorous application of expertise regarding the outcome, real and imagined.

So it was, with little more than initiative that I embarked on making pizza. Ten-thousand hours seemed to offer plenty of wiggle room. No pressure. Surely chefs who have made 10,000 soufflés rarely, if ever, like the hypothetical outfielder in the above example “drop the ball.”

The online advice was useful – to a point. I was without an oven offering exceptionally high temperatures. There was no custom-made wood or coal oven, just a cheesy efficiency apartment model. Here are reviews of two examples, unofficially No. 10 and No. 229.